"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Goliath quietly looked at him, his decayed face showing no emotion.
Karamos stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said.
"Of course not, you're a Witch Demon."
"..."
Karamos had intended to lighten the mood, but didn't expect the atmosphere to fall silent again.
Goliath's Soul Fire flickered slightly, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness, like the sound of suppressed bones rubbing.
"Your cold joke... is not... funny... at all... heh."
Karamos: "..."
What's so funny about this?!
...
The violent wind weaved through the ruins, tearing at the broken stone pillars and collapsed domes with sand.
This is the edge of Demon City, where the light of the Purple Crystal Vault cannot reach, because the local Lord indulged in the balls of the upper class and neglected to manage his land, causing the Demons here to live in endless darkness for a long time, forbidden to leave the Lord's land even if they starve to death.
